Okay then, I guess this can serve as a drop off point for some of my poetry, and maybe prose if I am so enthused. Apologies for the poor quality, I used to be a fairly passable writer, but I can't get the knack like I used to... Some of this stuff will pop up on other places on the net (notably my blog and occasionally other fora) but any work of mine is not to be reproduced without my permission (like you would want to). Here is a scribbling on a current dilemna, pondering what to do:

Pondering silently issues a-many,
Thinking of whether or not I have lost,
People's respect, or love it seems very,
Likely that I am seen as a fool, or not?

I cannot get in to their personal thoughts,
But I do so wish that I could.
My morals, however, have my heart caught,
For even if possible, I probably shouldn't.

And so I consider, whether or not,
To pursue conversation or leave them alone.
With them I do not want to be forgotten,
But I do not know whether to pick up the phone.